The manic demons didn't give the Moon Creek Brigade a breather, and less than a quarter of an hour after the first wave of attacks had sunk into the sand, the second wave of demons swarmed again.

There were so many demons killed in front of the position that they could almost be covered with a carpet of flesh and blood, and these demons rushed up with the corpses of their companions. Unlike the previous wave, which was mostly cannon fodder races such as Burning Imps and Cerberus, this time, most of the demons that rushed up were powerful races such as Doom Guardians and Dreaddemons.

With a cracking sound, the deer in front of the position were violently knocked away by these thick-skinned guys, and the broken wooden stakes flew all over the sky and scattered in all directions.

However, the Moon Creek Brigade was not idle, and the first thing to launch was long-range firepower. Gunfire and cannon reverberated, and crossbows and arrows flew together, slapping down on the demons' heads and faces.

But aside from the still-invincible Death Gaze, the effectiveness of the other crossbows and cannons was too unsatisfactory. Ballistas and bronze mortars are too slow to reload, and bows and arrows are tickling for demons, they can't even fully penetrate the tough demon skin, and some demons are shot like porcupines, but still ignorant and dashing.

"Change to heavy arrows!" The commander of the archers immediately ordered loudly, but it was too late, and while they were busy replacing the conical armor-piercing arrows, the demon vanguard had already crossed the front of the position and crashed into the shield array.

With a dull crash, several tall and sturdy demons smashed through the shield wall and burst into the human array, some even knocking over three columns of shield formations before stopping the momentum. Although the dense spears like a forest poked it to the ground in an instant, the gap had formed, and more demons poured in through the gap.

Like a landing typhoon, these ferocious monsters roared bloodthirstily and slaughtered through the crowd, this is their favorite way of fighting - relying on the advantage of powerful single strength to tear and strangle, crush head-on, and the demons' huge decapitating swords passed, human armor, all in pieces. In an instant, casualties on the front line amounted to as much as half a company.

However, this time, the experienced Moon Creek Brigade quickly took the initiative to change formations, splitting into small formations as units, cutting through the demons rushing in like a wheel saw—a trick that was learned from the experienced Fort Watch Legion.

"Archers, projectiles, blocking shots!" Seeing this, Burgard commanded loudly. If you let the demons continue to rush over, the battle line will not last long and will collapse. It is worth mentioning that the troll hunters in the mixed company of the dwarf Edith Blom performed very well, these exiled trolls who had previously made a living selling coolies on the docks of Long Beach Harbor picked up their throwing spears again after joining the Moon Creek Brigade, and within a quarter of an hour of the demons rushing in, fifty troll hunters shot several times their own number of enemies with heavy poison-impregnated spears. Troll hunters who have more than five kills are traditionally known as the "Troll Headhunter", and now they've earned this achievement.

On the top of the mountain, Diego continued to fire and shoot, and now he couldn't tell which of the commanders among the demons was, so he could only judge his identity by his head, as long as it was relatively large, he would shoot it first.

For the Burning Legion, their officers were never appointed solely by superior demons, in their simple and crude tradition, the commander of each demon company must be the most powerful one in the company - which makes the first thing every demon officer do when he takes office is to subdue the whole group first - and the strength of the demons is often proportional to their size, so their commander is often the largest in the entire company.

Now that Diego has completely handed over command to Legion Commander Harry Bogard, he himself is frantically pouring fire on the demons. If it weren't for the fact that he had killed more than fifty Abyssal Demons and Dreaddemons in a quarter of an hour, the pressure on the front of the Moon Creek Brigade would have been even greater.

But just as he cums. In the middle of the day, a green arrow of evil energy dragged its long tail, and the snake swayed and flew from a distance. Even from a few tens of meters away, Diego could feel the resentment and evil contained in that magic.

Unlike any other type of caster, many of the Warlocks' evil and insidious spells require soul fragments as a medium for casting, and these soul fragments are often obtained by torturing and tearing the souls of their victims, which are essential materials for warlocks. They use these soul shards to trade with demons and drive them to their advantage, and they also use the remnants of the dead to add certain properties to their spells, such as auto-tracking and maggots on tarsal bones.

This is the case with this chaotic arrow that Diego faced, he didn't dare to hold it up, straightened his left arm, and released the power of holy light in his body.

"In the name of the Light!" He whispered.

A thin shield of holy light appeared in front of him, blocking the Arrow of Chaos. This insidious evil spell gnawed wildly on the surface of the serpent-like shield, as if trying to tear a hole through it. But the power of the Light and the evil energy made a sizzling annihilation sound, and until its energy was exhausted, it did not achieve its purpose.

The arrow of chaos finally dissipated with a bang, and Diego, who was covered in cold sweat, followed the direction where the evil energy ball was flying from and saw a tall Manari demon with his hands folded, constantly changing his gestures. The green energy flickered in his palm, like a storm of destruction brewing.

It was an Ereda Warlock, and these demon casters were finally in the fight! At some point, they blended in with the demonic tide and quietly approached the foot of the mountain, bringing the entire hillside into their spell range.

Without hesitation, Diego raised his gun and fired two shots at him, trying to interrupt his spell cast. But to his surprise, the Death Stare, which had always been invincible, was deflated this time, and the bombardment in front of the Demon Warlock only caused ripples of magical power, and it did not penetrate the latter's spell protection at all. Diego then noticed that behind him, there were three other Ereda Warlocks standing in a triangular circle, maintaining a looming spell barrier. Obviously, this is some kind of powerful defensive magic, more powerful than the armor, magic armor, and demon skins that warlocks usually use.

Diego immediately realized that the Ereda Warlocks had come prepared, and after a few days of bloody fighting, they had come to understand the power and range of the Death Gaze, and seemed to have found a way to deal with it.

"The hunter's methods are beyond your imagination!" Diego sneered and rolled backwards.

Even though the Ereda Warlocks' spells could lock onto their targets, they could only sigh in vain when the enemy was gone. The demon who was almost dodged by the waist had some difficulty restraining the violent evil energy in his hands, and this newly formed spell almost lost control. Unlike arcane or elemental energy, chaotic and furious evil powers, while powerful, are also difficult to control at will, and if one is not careful, a rampage spell will eat back against the caster. There has always been a joke among Warlocks that Warlocks' spells never fail, either killing their enemies or themselves!

At the moment when the demon sorcerer was scrambled by his own spells, from behind the ridge, Diego reappeared, a highly compressed silvery-white light escaping from the death gaze in his hands, as if it were substance. He quickly tumbled out from behind the rock, then slid forward more than two meters with the momentum, and when he got down on one knee and straightened up, the death gaze was already in his hands, and he rested his left elbow on his knee, holding the musket as steady as a rock.

The next moment, barely aiming, with a loud thud, a bullet wrapped in the power of surging holy light burst out of its chamber and roared towards the Eredar warlock like a meteor.

From the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, a distance of less than five hundred meters, the bullet flew the whole way in less than a second, and the Ereda Warlock was hit before he could release the evil energy in his hand. The magical wall constructed by the three warlocks was directly pierced, dissipating into the air like transparent soap bubbles.

The Eredar Warlock, who had been punched in the chest, made a rattling sound in his throat and slowly fell backwards, and after a few seconds, the long-suppressed chaotic evil energy in his hand finally lost control and exploded violently.

The explosion was so violent, centered on a few Eredar Warlocks, and the demons within a radius of more than ten meters around were swept away, leaving only a large pit two or three meters deep.

Diego couldn't help but be stunned by this unexpected surprise, the results of this explosion were even more exaggerated than the dwarves' bronze mortars. The demons weren't making a fuss, though, as if they were accustomed to the loss of control of the Ereda Warlocks' spells, and still howled and rushed towards the slopes on either side of the canyon.

Diego, who had finally settled his opponent, breathed a sigh of relief, the battle was so intense that it was only now that he had time to look at the entire battlefield. But soon, he noticed that something was wrong, because after the demons that rushed up before were destroyed, most of the people who were rushing up now were burning imps.

No human is nervous about this, and these little demons can still cause some trouble if they hide behind and fire small fireballs, but if they rush up to hand-to-hand combat, who will take it seriously? This kind of war scum, even the most lame human soldier can fight three by himself!

What are the demons doing here? Diego looked at these rare and heroic burning imps in amazement, wanting to find something on their faces. But these little ghosts are full of twisted and hideous faces, and they seem to be no different from usual, but their movements seem a little stiff, as if they have been controlled......

Wait, control? Diego chuckled in his heart, and the next second, a terrifying thought flashed through his mind, causing his cold sweat to break out at once.

He didn't have time to think about it, and immediately strode forward, screaming hysterically in his mouth.

"Stand back, everyone back away, keep your distance from these imps-"

But it was too late, and his cry was interrupted by a continuous burst of explosions—the imps rushed into the human race almost unprotected, ignoring the spears and swords that were about to be added, and some even rushed straight up against the dense forest of spears, skewering themselves on top of the spears like meat skewers. Before they could breathe completely, their bodies swelled like flatulent balloons, and finally exploded in all directions with a thud.

With a raging shadow flame, the shattered bones and flesh stained the surrounding humans, burning violently. The sparkling flames were so fierce and vicious that they burned through the clothes and flesh almost instantly, and burned to the bones. Screams erupted in the crowd, some of them clapping their hands vigorously, others rolling back and forth under the ground, trying to extinguish the fire, but to no avail, instead filling the flames all over their bodies.

Diego picked up his gun and fired fiercely at the burning imps who rushed forward one after another, trying to stop them from approaching, but there were so many of them that there were nearly a hundred, and it seemed that the demons had gathered them together and planned to do their job.

This brutal self. The explosion achieved a brilliant result, although the shield wall of the warriors blocked at least half of the imps, and Diego killed twenty or thirty, but the remaining twenty or so, without exception, were all blown to pieces. Almost all the human soldiers at the front were affected by the explosion, and the front of the position was full of soldiers screaming and wailing, but the teammates in the back could only watch, completely helpless, unable to do anything to help. Some soldiers took out their water bottles and poured them on their comrades who were on fire, only to find that they simply added fuel to the fire, and the fire burned even more!

Diego almost crushed his teeth as he watched the tragic scene in front of him. He turned his gun and searched among the demons in the distance. He knew that it was the work of the Eredar Warlocks, and that this cruelty and viciousness was simply their signature feature of their spells. Implosion - Warlocks control the Burning Imps to rush in front of the enemy, then ignite the power of the Shadow Flame within them, causing them to explode violently from their bodies. The flesh and blood of these little demons who were born with fireball magic are almost the best incendiary agents, and the flames they ignite will never be extinguished until the power of the Shadow Flame is exhausted.

In fact, most of the soldiers of the Moon Creek Brigade are wearing armor, as long as they take off the contaminated parts in time, they can get rid of bad luck, but in the panic, who would have thought of this, you know, the steel plate armor they are equipped with is only covered with vital points, and the other parts are just chain mail or leather armor, and these places are not completely fireproof.

Diego didn't have to wait long, because the manipulators behind it jumped out on their own. Through the white smoke from the burning flesh and bones, Diego saw a company of Doomsday guards rushing towards the foot of the mountain, a dozen or so Eredar Warlocks sneakily hiding behind them.

Diego opened fire as soon as possible. The strange methods of these Ereda warlocks are endless, and he can't predict what the other party is going to do, so he simply strikes first. Not only Diego, but also Legion Commander Bogard, under his orders, the archers concentrated their firepower and rained down arrows on those Ereda Warlocks.

This caused great casualties to the group of demons, and in just a few tens of seconds, more than half of them were killed and wounded, but even so, five Eredar warlocks approached the human position, and the next moment, a sharp howl suddenly resounded throughout the valley. The sound was like the souls of hell wailing in unison, terrifying and terrifying. This is an impact on the soul and spirit, even if many Yuexi Brigade soldiers plug their ears with their hands, they can't stop this voice from coming into their minds, like a nightmare, everyone's consciousness has emerged the scene they are most afraid of, the scene they least want to see, that is the fear in the endless darkness, that is enough to collapse the despair!

Fear howls! In fact, this spell is not unique to the Eredar Warlocks, as are many Dreaddemons. This spell amplifies the enemy's inner fear, destroying their will to fight and causing them to collapse. For those high-morale and strong-willed troops, this spell will not have much effect, but now the Moon Creek Brigade has just experienced a human tragedy, everyone is depressed, and their hearts are swaying, this spell has almost exerted its maximum power.

With a clanging sound, more than one person dropped his shield and weapon and began to cry. Some people screamed and ran wildly on the hillside, others sat on the ground and muttered to themselves, "We're finished, we can't win", and others just hid their faces and fled, trying to find a dark corner to hide. There was chaos on the hillside, and even those who weren't frightened by the howls of fear were a little confused, looking at the desperate collapse of the crowd and not knowing what to do.

Taking advantage of the chaos of the human race, the demon army in the distance finally began to press towards this side, this time, they no longer rushed to charge as before, but slowly but firmly advanced, as if they also knew that victory was in sight, there was no need to rush so much. It's like a cat that catches a mouse, and it's not too late to tease its prey before eating it.

Seeing a large number of demons looming over him like the shadow of death, Diego knew that he had to do something, the development of the situation had completely deviated from his expectations, he knew that it was too late to retreat now, if he forcibly retreated and was chased and killed by the demons, the entire Moon Creek Brigade would not be able to return alive by the number of fingers of both hands.

Just as he took off the horn from his waist and decided to break the boat, Diego felt as if he had suddenly heard something. He turned his head to look at the clear northern sky, and the next second, a shout full of surprise burst out of his throat.

"The griffon is coming!"

He raised his right hand, and a torrent of holy light erupted from his hand, illuminating the entire hillside like a lighthouse, reinjecting warmth and hope into the soldiers.

On the hillside, many soldiers who were dejected woke up from a dream, and they turned their heads to look north, and the next moment, more voices shouted.

"The griffon is here! The griffons are coming! ”

"It's the Hammer Dwarves, we're saved!"

At the bottom of the hillside, the demon army looked up in confusion, wondering what these humans were rejoicing about, didn't they know that a catastrophe was coming?

"Pastor, sing the hymn of hope!" Diego shouted to the priests who were treating the wounded at the back, and then he raised his horn and blew it hard.